The Day

Thinking alone
Picture courtesy of http://www.minuetoflife.com

The day starts well
Much done she muses

But as ever a spanner
is thrown

Now she sits where
she shouldn’t be

Pondering on when
she’ll finally escape

Patience is a virtue
they say

But hers is wearing
thin

She just wants
a better day

4 thoughts on “The Day

  1. I feel this way every single day of my life.. Not sure when it will stop, i guess iv come to get used to it, to live with it.. this poem hit deep in my soul..

    1. Bless you again. You have to keep fighting and NEVER give in! Your day will come; you just have to believe it will. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.

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